Bearly Breathing (7 page)

She looked away, her face dropping. “Oh.”

He squeezed the root with his fingers. It was still too tough. He placed it back over the fire.

“Is she a werebear too?”

Connor shook his head. “No.”

“What is she like?”

“Amazing,” he said. “I haven’t known her for very long but I feel like I’ve known her forever. Every time I look at her she takes my breath away.” He turned and gazed into her eyes. “She’s beautiful. Smart. Funny.”

“She’s a very lucky girl,” she said, backing away from him. She sat down in the chair and gazed into the fire.

Connor sighed and poked a black log with the stick. Little roused, sparks jumped off the wood. What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t just come out and tell her. Could he?

He had always been so smooth with the ladies, knowing the right compliment, supplying the witty joke, saying the exact thing that they wanted to hear. The thing that would make their panties slide down their legs.

But now he was stumped. When it finally mattered.

A wolf howled in the distance. Rebecca flinched.

“I guess I don’t have to worry about wolves if I’m sleeping next to a bear,” she said, trying to scan the dark forest. “I hope the other ones are okay.”

“Edwin and Sidney may be horrible kayakers and even worse conversationalists but they know how to take care of themselves in the forest.” He sat down in the chair next to her. “All werebears do.”

Rebecca leaned back and gazed up at the stars. Connor couldn’t help staring at her. A long, brown hair curled down onto her cheek. He almost reached out and tucked it behind her ear but stopped himself. Would the time ever come when he would be able to do that?

“You don’t get to see these from the city,” she said. “It really puts things into perspective. My life is really insignificant. Just a blip of a blip in time.”

Connor shook his head. “No,” he said. “You’re everything.”

She turned her head and looked at him.

He almost stopped and turned to the fire but his inner bear urged him forward. He let the Kodiak have his way. “The past is gone. You can never be in the future. The present is everything. It’s all we have. It’s all there is.”

She smiled and gazed back up at the sky.

Connor took a deep breath. “You are significant. You change the lives of the people who love you. You are everything to them.”

“You speak too highly of me,” she said with a sigh. “Maybe my parents once upon a time, but I only see them at Christmas now and they always seem more concerned with golfing and their lawn than their only child.”

A log fell over in the fire and a spark landed by Connor’s foot.

“I had Mark but now he’s gone. We shared a cat but Mark took him too. When I went to go get some stuff the cat wouldn’t even come near me.” She crossed her arms and inhaled deeply. “It’s nice to think like that but in reality I am totally insignificant.”

“You’re everything to me,” Connor said. It was out of his mouth before he could stop himself from saying it.

She laughed and smacked his hand lightly. “You’re sweet. But you’re in customer service. That doesn’t count.”

The roots were burning over the fire. Connor didn’t care. She would be gone tomorrow and this would be his only chance.

“Remember when I fell off of my kayak into the water?” he asked.

She chuckled. “Yeah.”

“That was you becoming everything to me,” he said. She looked at him with confusion. He took a deep breath.
Fuck it.
“I bonded with you.”

She laughed. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” he said, laughing himself. That was not the reaction that he was expecting.

“Is this how you get return clients?”

“Does that mean you’re going to return?”

She looked at him with a sideways glance, unsuccessfully trying to stifle a smile. “Maybe. It’s not everyday that a Kodiak bear wants to be your boyfriend.”

A lightness swept over Connor as all the tension in his body was suddenly released. A smile broke out across his face.

“I don’t have to kiss you in your bear form do I?” she asked. “I smelled his bear breath. It wasn’t pretty.”

Connor turned away and cupped his hand to his mouth. He breathed into his hand and smelled it. He never even thought about his bear breath before.

Rebecca leaned over her chair and grabbed his shirt. She pulled him towards her. “Let me be the judge.”

She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He caressed her cheek, brushing the strand of loose hair behind her ear. Her lips were soft and full and her kiss made his whole body stand to attention. His inner bear purred a low and satisfied growl.

She pulled her lips back an inch, her nose still touching his cheek. “Tastes good,” she whispered, her warm breath tickling his upper lip. “But I’m still not kissing your bear. No matter how bad he wants it.”

Her hair fell on his cheek as she kissed him again. He caressed the inside of her mouth with his tongue as she leaned closer. His hand slid down to the back of her neck. He pulled her into him.

The homemade chairs creaked and then snapped under their weight. Rebecca screamed as she fell on top of him. They landed chest on chest and face to face. She lifted her head back and laughed. Her hair streamed down, tickling Connor’s face. He held her solid hips firmly in his hands.

“Too bad you’re not as good a carpenter as you are a kisser,” she said with a laugh.

“You can stay here all night,” he said, his bear’s purring causing his chest to vibrate.

She shifted her hips over his. “I may take you up on that.”

Connor lifted his head and kissed her again. Their tongues slid against each other as the roots burst into flame over the fire. He slid his hand up her shirt and over her damp bikini top. He squeezed her breast and she let out a moan into his mouth.

Connor had been with other girls before, a lot of other girls, but it was never like this. She was his mate, bonded to her with a force stronger than love, and it was incredible.

He slid her shirt up over her head, breaking the kiss for half a second to move the fabric past her mouth.

He explored her mouth with his tongue as her hands pulled off his shirt. He cringed as her cold hands raked down his abs.

“Your hands are freezing,” he said, their heads still touching.

“Sorry,” she replied. “Let me make it up to you.” She sat up and reached behind her back. Her pink bikini top loosened and Connor gulped as she untied the string. She slid her bathing suit down her arms and her breasts tumbled out, full and beautiful.

Connor couldn’t take his eyes off them. Her breasts were round, her nipples a tantalizing shade of pink. He licked his lips as he took in every inch of them with his eyes.

“Now do you forgive me?” she asked.

Connor nodded, never taking his eyes off her. She leaned back towards him and he caressed them in his hands, and coated every inch of them with his tongue.

Her hands were all over his body, lighting fire to his skin. She leaned over him and took his ear lobe into her mouth and nibbled on it. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. “Right here.”

Connor’s voice was caught in his throat and he only managed to grunt a yes.

“Come,” she said, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and pulling him up. She kept her body on his as she lowered herself down to the ground beside the fire.

Connor positioned himself beside her legs as she lay her back down onto the ground. The fire was lighting up her eyes and her body as she gazed at him with longing. Her breasts were free and there for him.

He wrapped his fingers around the waistband of her shorts and bikini bottom and slid them down off her hips. A thin, mouth watering strip of black hair popped out from under the pink bathing suit as he lowered it down her thighs. He slipped her bottoms around her ankles and off of her feet.

She was naked for him. His pulse was racing.

He reached down to his own bathing suit but the knots that he had placed in them earlier were already undone and his erection jutted out.

Her eyes trailed down his body and stopped at his cock. She swallowed hard and then looked back into his eyes.

There were no words. She opened her legs for him, letting her body do the talking.

He stepped over her leg and positioned himself in front of her spread pussy. He glanced at her glistening pussy lips before leaning over her and putting his mouth on hers.

She moaned into his mouth as his cock fell onto her.

Rebecca writhed her hips under him, rubbing herself on his hard shaft. “Just stick it in,” she moaned impatiently.

Connor reached down and grabbed his cock. He guided the tip through her lips, feeling around for the hole. Her pussy opened before him and he slid into her tunnel.

She was so smooth on his cock, so silky on his sensitive skin.

She grabbed the back of his arm and dug her nails in as he pushed all the way inside her. She was so tight, so fucking hot.

He thrust in deep until he couldn’t push any further and then pulled back out slowly. He picked up the pace as she moaned his name and begged him to fuck her harder.

He pounded his hips relentlessly into her, making her cry out, making her writhe in pleasure.

Rebecca moaned and panted under him. She wrapped her ankles together and drew him in further.

Connor hooked his arm under her knee and pulled it up over her waist. She gasped and screamed out short, high pitch cries.

He ran his hand down her curvy thighs, taking in every inch of her sexy, shapely legs. He lowered his head on her breast and took her nipple in his mouth.

Her body was beautiful. And it was his. For tonight.

He rocked his hips in and out of her, her breasts bouncing around with the movement. Her body stiffened up and her back arched as she called out his name in incoherent mumbles and screams.

She was about to come. He could feel it. He could feel her body seizing, he could feel her pussy tightening around his shaft.

He thrust harder, trying to push her over the edge. He squeezed her leg and plowed his hips into her relentlessly.

She inhaled a serous of quick, violent breaths and then raised her chest up as her face contorted. “Fuck!” she screamed as she threw her head back, slamming it into the soft ground.

Her pussy tightened around his cock as she came and it pushed him over the edge to meet her. “Ugghh,” he grunted as his whole body convulsed and an intense glow of pleasure overtook him. He released his seed into her and she moaned, biting her lip, staring up at the stars with glossy eyes.

He unhooked his arm from under her leg and lowered it back to the ground. Her legs were shaking.

He slipped out of her, the both of them gasping as they were no longer one and collapsed down on the ground beside her.

He found her hand and snaked his fingers into hers as they both looked up at the night sky.

“If you are hiring I’m off for the summer,” she said.

Connor smiled to himself. There was nothing that he would like more.

“Do you have any skills that would be of use?” he asked, squeezing her hand.

She slid her hand down to his softening cock and brushed her fingers along his wet shaft. “I’ll give you a minute to recover and then I’ll show you.”

“You’re hired.”

Grace and Edwin

eight

“God damn it!” Grace screamed as she clung onto Edwin’s kayak. “Those were seven hundred dollar sunglasses.”

She was draped over Edwin’s kayak like a kid about to be spanked as it flew out of control down the wild river. Stinging rain pelted her body as waves jumped up and smacked her across the face.

“Fucking Becca!” she screamed as she bounced up on the hard kayak. “This shit would never have happened in Ibiza!”

Becca couldn’t hear her. She was long gone. Connor and her had turned left in the river fork and she and Edwin had turned right. God knows where Angie was.

Grace tried to push herself up but slipped on the wet, smooth surface of Edwin’s kayak and fell back down with a thump.

“Will you pull this fucking thin-” a wave slammed into her open mouth and she swallowed a pint of water. “Gross,” she mumbled. “Fish poop.”

It was like Mother Nature had pulled the ultimate bitch fit on her.
What did I do to deserve this?

Edwin didn’t even seem bothered. He was silent, his face calm. Just a grunt here and there as he tried to control the unruly kayak on the ferocious river.

The kayak bounced on a huge wave and Grace flew up. A strong arm draped over her ass catching her, and pulled her back down. His hand never left her ass even though she was back on his lap and holding the kayak.

“Excuse me!” she yelled, squinting her eyes up against the pelting rain. “Do you mind?”

Edwin looked down at her and grinned. No way was this country boy, redneck going to put his hands on her, no matter how hot he was. She postured up with one hand and slapped him across the face with the other.

His arms flew up in shock and the paddle sailed out of his hands. It landed with a splash and traveled away from them down the river like a rocket.

The kayak began to vibrate under Grace as Edwin’s head shook. A grumbling was coming from him that was so loud it was drowning out the sound of the roaring river.

What the hell?

Edwin’s face was turning brown before her eyes. His nose was extending and turning black. She felt weight on her ass and turned to see his hands swelling up five times their size and turning brown. Long, thick claws extended from his fingertips.

She gasped as the kayak hit another wave and bounced. She looked back up at Edwin and screamed when there was a brown bear in his place. The kayak creaked and snapped as the massive bear stretched it out from within.

The unsteady weight of the bear toppled it over and she slid into the river head first. She plunged under the water flailing her arms and legs frantically. Her hand hit something furry. She grabbed a handful of fur and held on.

Her lungs were burning and she spit out her last bubble of air, when her head broke the surface. She gasped and breathed in. She was holding onto the bear as it was swimming towards the shore.